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himynameisjulz: lessonsfromthepizzaman: I’m Tarzan, King of the Jungle.Fuck yo shit. …king of england…? Have my multiple personality with a self-destructive philosophy on life run an underground boxing club, work multiple jobs because of said alter personality without knowing it, have alter personality turn said underground boxing club into a mischievous and arsonistic gang, have a troubled and misguided girlfriend, and end up with a gun in my mouth? Yeah, I’m down.

himynameisjulz:

lessonsfromthepizzaman:

I’m Tarzan, King of the Jungle.
Fuck yo shit.

…king of england…?

Have my multiple personality with a self-destructive philosophy on life run an underground boxing club, work multiple jobs because of said alter personality without knowing it, have alter personality turn said underground boxing club into a mischievous and arsonistic gang, have a troubled and misguided girlfriend, and end up with a gun in my mouth? Yeah, I’m down.

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movieoftheday: Tyler: Why do guys like you and I know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival in the hunter-gatherer sense?The Narrator: No.Tyler: What are we, then?The Narrator: I dunno. Consumers.Tyler: Right. We’re consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty. These things don’t concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy’s name on my underwear. Rogaine. Viagra. Olestra.The Narrator: Martha Stewart.Tyler: Fuck Martha Stewart! She’s polishing the brass on the Titanic. It’s all going down. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns. I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let’s evolve. Let the chips fall where they may. So guess what’s on tv tonight?

movieoftheday:

Tyler: Why do guys like you and I know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival in the hunter-gatherer sense?
The Narrator: No.
Tyler: What are we, then?
The Narrator: I dunno. Consumers.
Tyler: Right. We’re consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty. These things don’t concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy’s name on my underwear. Rogaine. Viagra. Olestra.
The Narrator: Martha Stewart.
Tyler: Fuck Martha Stewart! She’s polishing the brass on the Titanic. It’s all going down. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns. I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let’s evolve. Let the chips fall where they may.

So guess what’s on tv tonight?

movieoftheday: Tyler: You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?The Narrator: So you can breathe.Tyler: Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you take giant panic breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate.

movieoftheday:

Tyler: You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?
The Narrator: So you can breathe.
Tyler: Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you take giant panic breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate.

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